"I shall
be saved, not only through my own faith, but through that of my
daughter."
"Her trust is sublime," said Mr. Watkins, gently. "I shall never forget
how she comforted my poor Mary."
"She comforts every one," said Mrs. Marvin, smiling, "I named her
rightly--don't you think so, Mr. Watkins?"
"You did, indeed," said the young man, tenderly. "It will be a lucky
man, indeed, who can say 'My Faith,' and by those words indicate your
daughter, Mrs. Marvin."
"Oh, don't!" said Faith, laughing. "You are mocking, Mr. Watkins."
Like her mother, she, too, found it convenient to change the subject.
"And how about Mr. Forbes? Have you heard anything of his plans?" she
asked, eagerly. "I have heard it rumored that he, too, was trying to
follow his conscience."
Mr. Watkins smiled as he answered her question.
"He is trying to do what many men have done before him. He is trying to
buy his conscience with the money he makes dishonestly, or, in other
words, he is a sinner on week-days and a saint on Sundays. Why, they
tell me he has started in business for himself, and with what he can
gouge from the just wages of his employees he pays pew rent and gives to
the heathen. It is the same old story--hypocrisy and greed! Drain the
blood of the poor in order to build monuments to their ashes!"
Mr.
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